"Antigonus should have already returned to the Nation of Evernight. I have the coordinates and can take you there directly," said Bethel, his expression unchanged. "He should be quite surprised by your arrival."
"Let's hope he doesn't cry from surprise," Lynn shrugged, knowing well enough about the situation. He then turned his gaze to Will, who was quietly eating watermelon on the side, finally remembering the little snake that had been forgotten.
Will shuddered under the gaze. He had stopped sobbing long ago and now wore a schadenfreude smile—Will and Amon didn't get along well.
Although Will didn't know Lynn very well, from the interactions between Lynn and Mr. Door, and their conversations, along with vague hints from fate, he could deduce that Lynn, who appeared to be an ordinary angel, was no simple figure.
An ordinary angel couldn't suppress Amon, Antigonus, and Mr. Door. Even a typical Sequence 0 might not manage it—these three weren't exactly obedient under Blood Emperor Tudor either.
If they were, they wouldn't be frequently beaten by the Blood Emperor. Not to mention, Mr. Door, who was a step away from being a true god, only believed in himself. Amon's nickname "Blasphemer" wasn't given lightly.
So, seeing Lynn's attention back on him, Will quickly put on an innocent child-like smile and said, "Is there something you need, Mr. Libert?"
Will had heard of Mr. Door's son but knew it was likely a fake identity.
"Strictly speaking, there's nothing major..." Lynn said, eyeing the childlike Will and smiling. "I originally just wanted to see you, but you kept avoiding me..."
He sighed, sounding somewhat aggrieved. "Makes me seem like a bad guy."
Will: ?
Will was puzzled. He had never avoided Lynn, although he had considered it, but had restrained himself.
But fate suggested Lynn wasn't lying.
Is fate broken today?
Given his bad luck, Will didn't trust fate's hints much. He hesitated before saying, "I don't think I avoided you..."
"You're sure, but..." Lynn laughed, patting Will's head and ruffling his hair. "Future you did!"
Will: ...
Will didn't know how to respond. Should he argue that one shouldn't blame someone for things that haven't happened, or should he ponder Lynn's deeper meaning?
Eventually, Will chose neither. He simply said, "I apologize for future me and hope he didn't cause you too much trouble."
One must bow when needed. Having restarted countless times and played a child perfectly, Will had no qualms about yielding. Facing someone who could suppress Amon and Mr. Door, showing a bit of weakness wasn't shameful.
"Your straightforward apology makes me feel a bit guilty," Lynn said, looking troubled, then added, "Luckily, Amon and little Red aren't like you, or I'd miss a lot of fun."
Will's eye twitched. He didn't ponder Lynn's words deeply and simply asked, "So you just wanted to see me?"
"You could say that," Lynn nodded. "But it would be great if you could help me with something."
"What is it?" Will felt relieved. If Lynn needed something, it meant he was temporarily safe.
"I've written some special diaries and hope they can be passed down through time," Lynn smiled. "I'd like your help to ensure these diaries reach the future."
The Abraham family alone couldn't guarantee the diaries' survival. Time erases traces, and the Abraham family was on the brink of extinction.
Lynn didn't rely solely on the Abrahams for his diaries' survival. He needed a second insurance. As an observer of the Four Emperors' War and an investor in Klein as an angel, as well as someone on the Wheel of Fortune Pathway, Will was the perfect candidate.
"Diaries..." Will was puzzled but agreed. "I'll do my best."
"Thank you," Lynn said politely, adding, "If you encounter me in the future, you can also give me some diaries. Just a few pages will do."
"Good children shouldn't get too many rewards at once."
Will was momentarily stunned, not understanding Lynn's purpose. After a thoughtful pause, he said, "I will."
Lynn smiled. He instructed this way to ensure his script closed neatly.
In the Fifth Epoch, if he met Will, he would pretend not to know him—only the Angel of Secrets knew everything.
Lynn planned no slip-ups.
After finishing his business, Lynn turned to Bethel, eager. "Bethel, let's find little Antigo! I can't wait to hold a tea party."
"No problem," Bethel said calmly, opening a space door.
The two stepped through, leaving Will to breathe a sigh of relief.
"Easier than I thought..." Will muttered, staring at the closed space door, feeling melancholic.
He had a premonition he would see Libert Abraham again soon.
Hopefully, next time, Libert's attention would be elsewhere—Will saw clearly that he was spared due to the distraction of Mr. Door's child form.
Otherwise, Libert would have surely teased him.
"Sigh..."
Life is tough, the little snake sighed.
(End of Chapter)
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